tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64548401799043757252024-03-05T07:51:57.024-06:00Single, but taken.Now that I found the girl, now it's a matter of holding on. Maybe.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-7423678852948798112011-03-17T21:13:00.002-05:002015-02-19T13:25:47.660-06:00A long time coming<div>I have been quite lazy in my postings over the last year, but truth be told there wasn't much to write about. FF and I have been going along just fine. The sex is great, she seems more open to some more of my "bizarre" requests and may be actually hosting a party in the not so distant future.<br />
So for the few remaining readers, I will gamely try to catch you up.<br />
As I write this, I'm currently in the clutches of southwest airlines somewhere near chicago on my way back home. The reason for my flying, despite my fairly irrational hate of flying is that my daughter got married this week. The signs around her apartment hints at some less than normal sex life. Since it is creepy for a father to think of such thoughts without getting uncomfortable,i will stop right there.<br />
Forgive me if I am a little disjointed as we just hit a long stretch of turbulence and writing calms me down.<br />
I have been taking a fairly active role with the kids as I spend more and more time. They are a little undecided as to how to think of me, but realize I am swift in punishments if they are not complaint with their mom's wishes or their chores.<br />
Even bitch cat wasn't spared to change and was introduced to the family dog one day when she came after a vet visit.<br />
True to her nature, she gave no ground and just stared at the dog that was as big as she was when she approached. The dog did give some thought (pause?) about licking her, but my fully armed cat made her reconsider that move.<br />
She is a cat of significant size, y'know.<br />
So far, the three only real sticking points is where to move to.<br />
City v. 'Burbs.<br />
About to land and hopefully the rest of the flight will be less bumpy.<br />
Did I mention that I hate flying?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Midway Airport, 5700 S Cicero Ave, Chicago, Illinois, United States41.78744 -87.74147tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-91746800949104957052010-11-06T18:28:00.001-05:002010-11-06T18:28:32.046-05:00Wedding betrayal.Things have been going well overall, so everything is perfectly boring, which is just fine with me. <br/> I even got the oldest a musical instrument since I figure it would be something to distract him from some of the bad influences he's been involved with and had taken to the instrument immediately. <br/> <br/> Meanwhile, issues with my own kid seem to have gotten a but more exciting; it seems that she is interested in getting married. <br/> While I am a realist about this sort of thing,i was a bit peeved about not waiting until she's finished with her undergraduate degree. <br/> <br/> Fine. I'll get over it, but secretly I was thrilled. He's a fine young man with ambition and certainly has potential. <br/> <br/> While discussing potential dates, she commented that *I* wasn't going to walk her down the isle. <br/> <br/> I was devastated. <br/> I was angry. <br/> <br/> She comments to me that she wanted to walk herself down the isle, because she felt she was always an adult. Needless to say that I wasn't thrilled by that statement. <br/> <br/> It was later when FF, who had joined her facebook page, asked her the reasoning behind her choices. It basically came down that the tradition was stupid and just because I was raised in the last "millennium" that didn't mean that she had to follow them. <br/> <br/> It was at this point when I decided that I can't count on her to take care of me in my old age as I have done with her grandmother, an unspoken expectation and tradition within the family. <br/> It was at this point that I decided I need to look after my own interests and let heer pay her own way thru college, as I have been paying her tuition in cash up until now. <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.4</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-75595714630479161162010-09-29T11:44:00.000-05:002010-09-29T11:44:42.201-05:00Rebirth of a blogThis blog, I think will take a bit of a new turn, while it seems that I'm in a relationship that continues to grow, this blog, like people, has to grow as well.<br />
I will start including more of family/relationship and as well the children. As usual, I will take great pains to disguise details as much as possible so people won't put two and two together. <br />
<br />
Will I be deleting the previous posts?<br />
No. The posts are about who I was at the time, and this will show a chronological sense of my journey from someone single, to someone that isn't.<br />
<br />
Will this alter my other blog?<br />
Hardly, but it will change a bit. FF's role will increase on there and will participate, or even arrange the parties and perhaps even talk about some of her CL adventures on here. <br />
<br />
Will FF know about the blogs?<br />
No. Period. If anything, I will have to find a creative way to hide this blog from my histories once the inevitable merging occurs.<br />
<br />
Will sex be mentioned on here?<br />
As it was previously, no. But the various topics ABOUT sex and what couples go through will be talked about.<br />
<br />
What else will be mentioned on here?<br />
For starters, my relationship with FF her friends and family, as well as my own. <br />
Expect a bit more drama as well, particularly between me, her kids and my own child as we all go through a transition of sorts. While mine is away in college, she is feeling a bit of a need to extend her own independence at the expense of any feelings I may have on the various topics.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-10795762572670439182010-09-29T01:45:00.002-05:002010-09-29T10:51:52.908-05:00UpdatesI know it has been quite some time since I have updated.<br />
Truth be told, nothing of significance has occurred until recently. It seems that I will be adding some new characters to my lineup:<br />
<ul><li><a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-does-this-parenting-thing-end.html">Kiddo</a>, as you know is my..well, college child and has been mentioned in passing. </li>
</ul><ul><li>"James", is her oldest. Obnoxious kid that is trying to find himself, so I kinda' cut him a little slack. It seems like he's well on his way on being a world class douchebag as he gets older<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span>, but I'll work on that.</li>
</ul><ul><li>Rabbit, is a younger sister a couple of years younger. She's also trying to find herself in that awkward stage. I hate to say it, but she's not that bright. ("14+7=24, right?")</li>
</ul><ul><li>Tommy, who is the youngest. He acts and thinks like a typical child of his age, so I give him quite a bit of slack, much to FF's dismay.</li>
</ul><br />
<br />
This past weekend, we stayed at a hotel in Downtown to simply enjoy each others company (Read: fuck our brains out) and had a chance to actually move beyond the drivel we normally talk about and started getting into some other more meaningful topics. <br />
I think we're about to move into a bit of the next stage. No, "I love you's" were exchanged, but I think it is safe to say they were implied.<br />
We got the big "Swinger" topic out of the way and is willing to play up to a point, but I will get to that later.<br />
<br />
The weekend ended well, we were happy and content** and all was right with the world.<br />
But there was one slight thing that kinda' happened before the weekend.<br />
Katy and I have been talking, but nothing serious and I will touch upon that in the OTHER blog.<br />
Then this past friday, Stella mentioned that she was moving into town. The conversation I can't really share, but I pretty much told her that I'm off the market, but I didn't tell her if FF OK's it, that's another story..<br />
<br />
As FF and I are talking and I'm giving her the heads up and history of stella, my phone buzzes with an incoming email.<br />
<br />
Andi.<br />
<br />
Do these girls have impeccable timing or what?<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">* C'mon, you know the assholes, douchebags, and jerks you know now had to come from SOMEWHERE.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**You know you had a good weekend when your cock is sore. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-85954086027669475152010-03-01T01:35:00.000-06:002010-03-01T01:35:00.927-06:00Circling the drain...The past few weeks have been amazingly troubling and busy, and because of it our time together has shrunk considerably.<br />
Forgive me if this is a bit more rambling than usual, but some details can't be spoken about due to the unusual facets of it.<br />
<br />
The lack of time together has been because of conflicting schedules; mine is work, and hers is with her children.<br />
That was expected from the get go and I was good about it.<br />
<br />
Lately, there has been some troubles regarding her older son (still a teen) who seems to have had some disciplinary problems. <br />
It's nothing that my child has hasn't done, but she was smart enough to not get caught and has straightened out.<br />
<br />
However, her child HAS been caught in the past and is now facing a charge that is something that could stick with him beyond his childhood years.<br />
<br />
The thing that angers me the most is that he STILL doesn't get how serious it is.<br />
While this may sound very selfish, I have a feeling this will also affect the little dating time FF and I are able to accomplish.<br />
It is this fact along with other <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2010/02/concerns-and-questions.html">concerns</a> that have been driving me a little crazy. <br />
I know kids eventually will fly straight, my kid has, but it's just a reminder of the trials and heartaches that raising a child can be. <br />
Knowing what is ahead terrifies me, but I feel that I have an advantage of "been there, done that" parenting wise, but to say that it is a bit disconcerting is to put it mildly.<br />
<br />
To have her crying trying to say that she "don't want you to think I raise bad kids" while she's on the verge of totally losing it just makes me wonder if I should pull the plug on this or not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-51569002415576196722010-02-19T03:04:00.000-06:002010-02-19T03:04:38.458-06:00When does this parenting thing end?I was at a the world series watching the Astros.<br />
Just got my hotdog, IF is next to me holding a couple of big beers and I have a slight buzz.<br />
To make it even better, a couple of sexy ladies and I were chatting up a bit and things seemed quite promising.<br />
VERY promising.<br />
<br />
A loud annoying noise seems to come through the intercom.<br />
<br />
I ignore it and the game is about to start and a possible 3some afterward seemed to be hanging in the air.<br />
<br />
The noise came again.<br />
<br />
I pried open my eyes and realized it was all a dream and reached for the annoying noise which was coming from my phone.<br />
<br />
"Hey Dad."<br />
I mumble something in return.<br />
"Asleep? It's almost noon!"<br />
"I work nights, dear. Remember? How much do you want this time?" I do a mental check of my bank account and hoping she has some mercy.<br />
"Daaaaad, who is <some name="">?" I still miss being called "Daddy."</some><br />
"Who?" I start to wake up..the name sounded familiar...but not quite right.<br />
"<somename>. She just asked to be join my facebook."</somename><br />
"Oh...that must be FF."<br />
"She said something about being your girlfriend."<br />
Uh-oh.<br />
"Yes. She is. What's wrong?"<br />
"Nothing. Never known you to have a girlfriend that you introduced to me before on facebook. By the way, how did she know where to look? You're not on facebook."<br />
I weave a story of mystery of how she told me the name of the book and happen to mention it to her.<br />
"I see." I can feel lazer beams coming out at me. "Did you meet HER kids yet?"<br />
"<a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-kids-and-small-change.html">Yes, I did</a>."<br />
"And?"<br />
"Well, it was interesting. Didn't know if they were okay with me and haven't met them again."<br />
"Just so you know, it's kinda' tough seeing your parents date for the first time."<br />
I was stunned at this, considering I have been single for almost her entire life...<br />
<br />
We went on like this for a bit, talking on how her friend's parents were divorced and the ensuing dating issues that came up. I paraded quite a few women in front of her, but usually I was in a "serious" relationship at the time. Nothing TOO scandalous.<br />
<br />
"You okay with all this?" I finally got around to asking.<br />
"Dad. You've dated more women than quite a few people I've known and those are jut the ones I know about! You've never discussed your dating or sex life with me, and for that, I'm eternally grateful."<br />
That wasn't so hard!<br />
"Then we're good?"<br />
"Sure are Dad. One thing, though."<br />
"Yes?"<br />
"Since you mentioned she just got divorced, do you think she's ready?"<br />
That's what I love about my kiddo. No filter.<br />
"Not sure yet." I didn't mention my other <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2010/02/concerns-and-questions.html">concerns</a> yet, "Is that it?"<br />
"If you still want to send me money, I'm good with that too."<br />
"I love you, bye."<br />
"Bye dad."<br />
<br />
<br />
Hopefully she won't spoil my chances, believe it or not, she blocked me once. But that's another story for another time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-76141374309508338012010-02-18T03:35:00.000-06:002010-02-18T03:35:35.344-06:00Concerns and Questions...Been meaning to put these thoughts down for at least a few weeks, but as is typical for me, only an illness that has kept me home provided me the time to be able to allow myself some quiet time to collect my thoughts. <br />
<br />
Things have been progressing quite well with FF and I, however, a few minor things keep creeping up in the back of my mind that just nibble at me:<br />
<br />
One thing is our conversations. They're a bit too simplistic and quite...pedestrian. All we seem to talk about are our jobs, sex, and kids. Not that there is anything wrong with either topic, but I like to know her thoughts on current events, political leanings, thoughts for the future. Additionally, she occasionally gives me a blank stare when I use a word that she hasn't heard before. "Contention" is one of the words that come to mind. <br />
Now, not to say I'm a brainiac by any stretch of any acid tripper's imagination, but that really throws me. <br />
<br />
Another thing, is that as she struggles through her college reading materials, she says she constantly needs to bring out a thesaurus to help her understand.<br />
<br />
Wow.<br />
<br />
When we talk about what happens after college, she mentions that not only will she stay in the industry she's in (which is low paying to begin with), but will try to maintain her position since she enjoys it so much.<br />
<br />
Really?<br />
<br />
That seems unnatural for me. The point of college (or any profession, really), is the ability to climb the ladder of the economic food chain and get more responsibility and get paid for your knowledge and experience.<br />
<br />
This kinda' spooks me a bit.<br />
While she is getting a VERY generous child and spousal support from her Ex; there is always a possibility that things can, and will, change. I wonder if her basically being a housewife for the past 15+ years and being financially dependent on her husband has skewed her view on how she has to concentrate on being a bread winner.<br />
<br />
Not that her future wage potential alarms me, but rather the indifference she has towards climbing up the ladder. <br />
<br />
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling a bit woozy and when <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-cat-doesnt-cut-it.html">kitty</a> sounds like she's uttering sentences, that's my Que that I need to lay back down.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-85493884956070501162010-01-26T12:13:00.000-06:002010-01-26T12:13:55.648-06:00When Insecurities interfere....I think it's time for a bit of an update:<br />
<br />
FF and I have been dating semi-regularly, but only once a week or so. My work and her obligations make our dating life a bit sedate of sorts, but we do manage to get in some smooching sessions going on, though.<br />
<br />
There has been a pattern over the past month that has gotten to me. I know this is way to early for us to stress out about, but she seems to be torn as to where to live. I love the city and all the opportunities that can be found here. She seems to be mired into living in one of the outlying southern communities.<br />
<br />
While I understand the logic behind what she wants, she seems overly concerned at this stage of our relationship. So much so, that we had "broken up" right after New Years.<br />
<br />
The "Break up" consisted of her dating other guys. Something I had suggested to her awhile ago. <br />
<br />
Her insecurity about me is starting to get to the point of annoyance everytime she brings it up. <br />
After our last meeting, she texted me the following...out of the blue:<br />
<br />
"I don't want to lose you."<br />
"Want me to attach a GPS on my ankle??"<br />
"No. I'm afraid to lose you if you find someone better, but I'm not sure I'm ready to let you go if you do."<br />
<br />
I roll my eyes, almost causing me to have an accident on an empty freeway.<br />
<br />
Tossing my phone over my shoulder into the backseat, I continue driving home...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-69400384350883531032010-01-08T12:50:00.000-06:002010-01-08T12:50:20.823-06:00Twit Twittering about...and about twittering twit.In case a few humble readers have notice, I put a twittering widget on the site. <br />
Over the past few months, I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to blog about the things that have happened (and am working on 3 different posts from December!), so I'd thought I'd cave into the popularity of it and do a little micro-blogging.<br />
<br />
At least in this way, you can see what goes on and what might trigger a post.<br />
<br />
Additionally, my kiddo has had some interesting insight on some of my dating exploits (the women, not the sex.) so I might include some of our more interesting conversations in.<br />
<br />
And for those wondering, I'm down to 110 posts on my google reader.<br />
I'm off to work in this god for saken cold weather.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-4911760523338110552010-01-06T12:23:00.001-06:002010-01-06T13:21:04.074-06:00"Are you married?" WTF?During one of our late night meetings, we sat at a table at a chain restuaraunt and we were generally talking about our day, the upcoming holidays and other topics.<br />
As reached for my meal she asked, "Are you married?"<br />
I choose this moment to pop in some pieces of my scalding hot meal and flapped open my mouth trying to cool it down from giving me 3rd degree burns.<br />
"wha? huh?", I said as intelligently sounding as I could considering the freshly fried shrimp was taking revenge in my mouth.<br />
she repeated the question.<br />
"Umm...why?" as I scooped out the last of the offending pieces of my once bitten meal out of my mouth and onto my plate.<br />
I can be as classy as the rest of them.<br />
"You're charming, intelligent, cute, graceful..", she paused<br />
I was busily trying to fish out another ice cube from my glass with my fingers while sucking another in my mouth with my lips puckered like a fish as she said this.<br />
she continued, "...ok. usually. You seem like an excellent father to your kid...", and she went on for another minute until I regained my senses and stopped her.<br />
Regaining what little composure I have, I reassured her that I am not, have never been, nor am I currently engaged.<br />
I even picked up my phone to dial up my kiddo for verification, but she stopped me. <br />
She smiled that sweet smile and seemed satisfied and apologized for doubting me.<br />
We finished our small meal and paid, it was time for her to go back home.<br />
"I'm sorry for doubting you, but I just needed to make sure. Will you accept my apology? I know I must seem a bit crazy, but there have been some weird guys I have dated that turned out to be married."<br />
"No?! <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/01/cast-of-caracters.html">REALLY</a>??" I said in my most surprised tone.<br />
"Yeah, you wouldn't believe the creeps a girl runs across." she said.<br />
<br />
I didn't want to keep her out, so I patted her on the bottom and kissed her deeply at her car door.<br />
"I really am sorry for sounding like a crazy girl." she repeated.<br />
"No biggie, I understand" I said as I walking away.<br />
"Will you accept a blowjob as part of my apology?" she said with a smile.<br />
<br />
I started turning around even before she finished the sentence...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-63465809763789568112009-12-22T11:22:00.000-06:002009-12-22T11:22:08.961-06:00Making a return appearence....So long TeaserWhile contemplating another post, my phone buzzed with an email I and habitually picked it up:<br />
<br />
Initially the name at the header didn't seem familiar at first and then I read the first line:<br />
<br />
"Hey, how've you been? For some reason I've been thinking a lot about you the past few days. I think I miss you!"<br />
<br />
I stared at the email for a few more seconds and suddenly recalled that it was <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-enter-teaser.html">Teaser</a>!<br />
The gist of the email was she didn't feel ready to be in a relationship was also apologizing for being a "jerk" (she wasn't being one).<br />
<br />
We haven't talked in quite awhile, but I gave her a VERY brief rundown on what has happened in my life, but I didn't give specifics.<br />
<br />
Having never said bye to hear, I think THAT door <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaser-might-have-been-right-name.html">closed</a> on its own quite some time ago.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-31687752304341587162009-12-15T13:29:00.000-06:002009-12-15T13:29:44.146-06:00Meet the kids and a small change...The phone buzzed early on saturday morning.<br />
<br />
Reaching over the offending object, I will an eye to open up.<br />
It seemed to take forever for it to comply with my suggestion, but it relented.<br />
<br />
FF: "We still on for today?"<br />
My eye slammed shut.<br />
<br />
Today. Today is.....Sunday? No...it's saturday...<br />
My mind was still warming up. The hamsters take awhile to get out of the straw. <br />
What was Saturday?<br />
I remember the timestamp on the Text..<br />
<br />
Noon? 1pm?<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span><br />
<br />
I give up and will my eyes to look at the text again.<br />
12:30.<br />
Close enough.<br />
But what was today? We NEVER meet on Saturdays!<br />
Besides, this was the weekend she has her kids - oh fuck! - <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-door-opens-wider-and-trying.html">her kids</a>!<br />
<br />
I bolt out of bed and on the way to the shower, request movie times.<br />
<br />
On the way into the shower, I hold a 3 minute debate on whether or not I should shave my beard. <br />
Screw it. No time.<br />
<br />
I make it to the more or less at the time I agreed and after severely depleting my wallet with the tickets and concession stand, we make our way to the seats.<br />
<br />
We talked for a couple of minutes, but nothing of substance, FF and I simply settled back and watched the movie. Behaving ourselves, we just managed to sneak in a peck on the cheek and a hug.<br />
<br />
The "Date" ended as I had to head off to work, but I don't think it was an important enough of a meeting for the kids, but it was important enough for FF.<br />
<br />
It was later she heard an exchange with one of her kids and a buddy of his.<br />
<br />
"So..how was your mom's new boyfriend?"<br />
"He's cool, I guess."<br />
<br />
Good enough for her.<br />
<br />
<br />
Additionally, I'm taking myself off the "Dating" market. We'll see if this lasts. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Yes. That's early. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-29144378752562661302009-12-15T12:51:00.000-06:002009-12-15T12:51:53.207-06:00Out of the blue...I will get back to my past adventures with FF a bit later:<br />
<br />
Currently, I'm under siege a bit.<br />
<br />
Andi and I have been talking a bit more than usual. She's asking quite a bit about FF and my life. She seems to be coming around that, as long as I'm seeing FF, there is nothing there for her.<br />
<br />
Stella, on the other hand, has no clue and sent me the following text last week:<br />
<br />
"My RIV, please call or Txt. I'm planning on being in town for my bday and would like to see you. Will be staying with friends."<br />
<br />
I ignore the text for several days and then I get the following:<br />
<br />
"I wish you would talk to me."<br />
<br />
Once again, I ignore it.<br />
<br />
2 hours later, I get a phone call:<br />
<br />
"Hey." It was her! Fuck!<br />
"Hey." <br />
We went on to talk about things in general and finally I had to tell her that it was over between us.<br />
Too much time passed and I told her about FF.<br />
Never one to miss an opportunity, she says that it's okay, but wanted to see me to just talk, but if I wanted to bring her along I could.<br />
<br />
OH NO! Bad idea!<br />
After a few more minutes, I was noncommittal and we hung up and my heart started to return back to normal.<br />
<br />
I'm wondering if perhaps meeting her for a last time to show her I'm not interested.<br />
<br />
Nah, I'd think I'd wind up fucking her.<br />
God she was good!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-21860885665061009872009-12-09T11:20:00.002-06:002009-12-14T12:26:05.826-06:00A moment of panic.In the middle of working, I got the following:<br />
<br />
"Baby...as a reward for finishing classes. Want to take kids and I to the movies Saturday afternoon?"<br />
<br />
The second sentence hit me like a thunderbolt.<br />
Isn't this a BIT soon? She IS freshly divorced.<br />
<br />
I mean, she has that fresh divorce smell, a hubby that is hyper-sensitive (even though he initiated it).<br />
<br />
10 minutes later, I pick up the phone and we discuss this.<br />
I lost.<br />
Of course, I didn't try that hard to win.<br />
It has begun.<br />
With a whimper a new stage of the relationship has started. <br />
<br />
<br />
In my gut I still feel its WAAAAY too early to be introduced as "The Boyfriend" to her kids, but I can't think of a proper time to do it.<br />
<br />
Aw fuck.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-74337300847239190682009-11-30T12:28:00.000-06:002009-11-30T12:28:57.067-06:00One door opens wider, and trying shutting another. The progression between <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/enter-football-fan.html">FF</a> and I as a couple, seems to be moving forward.<br />
Seems like she wants me to meet the kids within the next few weeks or so.<br />
Personally, I think it's a bit too soon, but it's something she wants to happen, so I'm not going to argue too much about it.<br />
<br />
She continues to tell me about her variety of Craig's list posts and responses she confessed that one in which one that she answered for a massage went much further than she intended. She asked if I would be opposed to go one with her.<br />
<br />
My comment was that I'd probably make it worse and have both of the guys do her instead.<br />
She just giggled about it and we let the matter drop. Either way, things seems to be on the road to be more serious between us. <br />
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</i><br />
Since she still actively goes on CL for a variety of reasons, I'm not going to get into too much of what she specifically looks for or anything. <i><br />
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<i>A few hours later, as I was writing <a href="http://houstongroupsexparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/hitting-road.html">ANOTHER</a> post, Andi came up on one of my IM's.<br />
</i><br />
<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
Hello<br />
how was your thanksgiving?</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
Hey there. how are you? Doing okay, worked it mostly.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
so whats new?</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
Not too much. Might be meeting my g/fs kids in a week or two.<br />
<long pause=""><br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
cool<br />
Nervewracking ..meeting the kids huh?<br />
oh wow</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
Yes, I think it's a bit soon, but if that's what she wants, I can't really argue about it. She's the best judge on that.<br />
If things work out, I might get married sometime in the next two years or so as well, but we'll see.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span><br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
oh wow<br />
thats great </i><br />
RIV says:<br />
yeah, she's freshly divorced, so I have to take it easy.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
I get that<br />
Meeting the kids is a big step..so one thing at a time </i><br />
RIV says:<br />
I'm sure you do, the divorce was final just recently.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
Okay<br />
I could think of no other appropriate response to that ..lol</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
LOL. not much you can say to that, really.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
I guess not</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
I've been rather <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-enter-teaser.html">gunshy</a> with <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2008/11/couple-of-little-nibbles.html">divorcee</a>'s as of late.. had two other ones bail because they weren't ready.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
I dont blame you there..i dated way before I was ready and well it was a disaster<br />
I am in a much better place now</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
Exactly.<br />
Which is why I'm actively encouraging her to meet other guys.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
Okay<br />
I can see that<br />
Can I tell you something?</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
sure.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
I feel like everytime I talk to you , I want to tell you thanks for talking to me again.. I know it sounds nuts but thanks for the second chance.</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
Oh. Okay.<br />
To be honest with you, you didn't get a second chance. You dropped off my dating radar.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
I know that but I am glad we can be friends at least<br />
i am the same way as you , I am not forgiving when people are like I was.<br />
I can close a chapter with the best of them</i><br />
Rick says:<br />
surely.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
Its a regret though.. but anyway I should finish this marketing project<br />
Have a good night..</i><br />
RIV says:<br />
G'nite.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
thanks for clarifying that for me, I assumed as much. have a really good christmas in case I dont catch you. I am really glad to hear things are working out for you. But I am sorry about us. </i><br />
RIV says:<br />
No problem. Take care.<br />
<i>Andi says:<br />
One last thing, its the most important. I hope you get all the happiness you deserve, you are priceless.</i></long><br />
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<long pause="">With that, she logged off before I had a chance to reply. </long><br />
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<long pause="">I continued working on that "OTHER" post and a few minutes later, she was back and the conversation turned decidedly sexual in tone.</long><br />
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<long pause="">This is NOT what I was expecting after that chat. </long><br />
<long pause="">We wound up watching part of the Star Wars marathon together and had the oddest convos.</long><br />
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</long><br />
<long pause="">"Luke would be such a BORING lay" would be one of the comments uttered by her.</long><br />
<long pause="">"How does Darth Masturbate in that thing?" she said at one point.</long><br />
<long pause="">"Probably uses the 'Force'." I typed without even a pause to think about it. </long><br />
<long pause=""><br />
</long><br />
<long pause="">Somehow, in our typical rambling way, the conversation turned to the parties I throw<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**</span>, and hinted she'd be interested, but I can't be there unless I was her "partner."</long><br />
<long pause=""><br />
</long><br />
<long pause="">A few minutes after it started to turn into cybersex, I just said I needed to go to bed and called it a night and told her I had to get ready for bed. </long><br />
<long pause="">I'm sure it was quite frustrating for her. </long><br />
<long pause=""><br />
</long><br />
<long pause="">A few minutes later I got a text from her, "I never seen you run so fast before."</long><br />
<long pause="">I ignored it and crashed. <i><br />
</i></long><br />
<br />
<long pause=""><span style="font-size: x-small;">* While I'm not sure if FF and I are going there anytime soon, I'd thought I'd throw that out there to see if I can plant that I really don't want her contacting me. I can be TOO subtle at times. </span></long><br />
<long pause=""><span style="font-size: x-small;">** She doesn't know the extent or the blog, and I doubt if she ever will. </span><br />
</long>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-16822998794157179572009-11-29T11:56:00.000-06:002009-11-29T11:56:55.471-06:00You know you're busy when........you have over 300 posts blinking at you from various bloggers.<br />
<br />
Starfish and I have been either very busy or sick, so the writing is coming along VERY slowly. <br />
For the 3 or 4 readers I have left, I just ask you to be patient.<br />
<br />
I HAVE to start writing because there is much to share since I've been home!<br />
<br />
Really.<br />
I promise.<br />
This week.<br />
Maybe.<br />
<br />
Okay, maybe next week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-18455370971055152652009-11-16T00:35:00.000-06:002009-11-16T00:35:54.210-06:00Incidentals, updates, emails, etc...I've been far too busy to put up regular posts on things, so this is a heavily abridged version.<br />
<br />
-Updates:<br />
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FF and I have been getting along just fine, met up a few times here and there, but our conflicting schedules will make it almost impossible for us to meet for the next couple of weeks.<br />
Theoretically. It might be sooner.<br />
<br />
One of the things she mentioned was that she was still going on "dating interviews" with other guys.<br />
She complained how some were running the spectrum of the reasons as why she was rejecting them.<br />
When she got down to "He was too 'Hand-sy'" I had to simply pull over and laugh.<br />
<br />
"Really?"<br />
"Yes, he was too forward."<br />
"Compared to <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/enter-football-fan.html">OUR first meeting</a>??"<br />
She allowed that we WERE a BIT comfortable with each other and droned on for a bit about it.<br />
I just let it pass.<br />
<br />
She asked if I was okay with it, and I totally played it cool. Last thing I need is ANOTHER instance of a woman backing off because she <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/02/talk.html">wasn't ready</a>.<br />
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<br />
Within the past couple of days, she's been particularly moody, she snapped out of one of her bouts to confide that the decree has been written up and that the divorce should be final within a week or so.<br />
After telling me this, she breaks down over the phone and just hates it and wonders why he's being an ass about some issues.<br />
I calm her down a bit and told her I understood, but that the road doesn't end there, when it comes to divorce with kids, it'll extend out for years.<br />
<br />
She didn't like that response, but I thought it would be best not to mince words on the truth: Divorce is ugly. <br />
Calming down after a bit, she wanted to continue the convo on text because she didn't feel like she can hold it together.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry, I'm acting this way, it's my first divorce."<br />
Yeah. It sucks.<br />
<br />
Comments/Emails:<br />
<br />
Quite a few people have asked why don't we just "get a room" and it's quite simple, because of her situation, she needs to be able to get home fairly quickly, so with the exception of a date a bit ago we stick to necking in cars.<br />
<br />
Plus if feels dirty that way...dirty is fun.<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">There is also a need for her to be fairly close to home, the unique nature of the custody of the kids, doesn't allow me to tell any specifics about it. Basically, she needs to be able to get home in a fairly short amount of time on short notice.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-12955413896398789742009-10-27T05:29:00.001-05:002009-11-16T02:38:13.631-06:00A day at the opera/Cheap hotel sex!<b><u>Saturday</u></b><br />
We set up a date, hoping for a "celibate" get together and hoping for a showing of "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aida">Aida</a>" during the <a href="http://www.metoperafamily.org/metopera/broadcast/hd_events_current.aspx">Met's opera season</a>, in which I hope to be a regular attendee and I wanted to know if she can appreciate such things since she's never been exposed to it.<br />
During the showings, she seemed very interested and seemed to react accordingly. During one of the intermissions, a charming older woman, who I have seen but never met, started up a chit-chat about the opera and previous performances and such and criticism about this and other productions.<br />
No, I'm not an Opera expert, but I DO have certain opinions.<br />
Poor FF. She seemed so lost at some of my opera jokes. ("Less oboe! Less Oboe!")<br />
Later she admitted to me that she was not used to not being one of the "Smarter" people in the room. I said a few things to settle down her ego a bit. Just the same, she was out of her element and she wasn't used to it.<br />
After the lights went on, we got out of the theater, walked to her car, gave her a warm kiss, and a loving spank on her bottom and parted ways. <br />
Her to her kids, and I to my work.<br />
I quickly pulled out of my space and barely entered the roadway when I got a text msg.<br />
<br />
FF: <i>We behaved ourselves.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i>I smiled as I went down the road and parked and put in my response.<br />
<br />
ME: Yes, we did. See? we did it and didn't have sex.<br />
FF: <i>I know! Can we have the second part of our date tomorrow?</i><br />
ME: I think we can manage that.<br />
FF: <i>Can we be naughty at a hotel?</i><br />
ME: Naughty hotel sex? Deal.<br />
FF: <i>Great!</i><br />
<br />
She went on to describe all sorts of dirty little things that simply tortured me that night.<br />
<br />
<b><u>Sunday Morning-ish</u> </b><br />
<br />
Now one expects that an afternoon full of delights would enable one to simply pop up easily from getting off at about 4am.<br />
No Sirree!<br />
The glare of day had me groaning as I blindly reach for the phone.<br />
I was greeted by a swipe of my Bitchcat's paw.<br />
On my second attempt I retrieved the phone and pried a working eyeball at the small digits.<br />
FUCK! 10am!<br />
I fly -well, stumble really- out of bed, shower and give her a call as I started heading to the shower to confirm our sex marathon.<br />
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I wanted something fairly close to her home so she can see to her kids if something had to interrupt us, so that limited in my choices. Texting her to start driving towards where we <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/enter-football-fan.html">met</a> and I quickly searched the area hotels.<br />
Each one was full, but I had to show you this from one of the stops:<br />
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</div>Yes, I actually took this photo. It gave me a bit of a giggle, to say the least. I swear, you can't make stuff like this up.<br />
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We settled on one of the few empty places in a motel that had a working WIFI connection, of which she (quite sheepishly) asked for.<br />
After renting the room, I asked her to join me at another little spot for breakfast.<br />
I was famished since I hadn't had anything to eat yet.<br />
She joined me for a cup of coffee* as I devoured my meal.<br />
<br />
"Eat up, cutie. You're going to need your energy."<br />
<br />
I stopped in mid chew, with must have been a fairly stupid looking stare. At least, more stupid looking than usual.<br />
Her eyes smiled as she looked at me over the coffee cup as she took sip from it and then shifted over to our cars in the parking lot.<br />
No. I'm not that stupid.<br />
I kept on chewing as I quickly slid the room key to her and she ran for the car.<br />
The waitress, alarmed at what seemed might be happening, I waved a $20 in the air as I gulped down as much water to wash down my, not quite finished meal and put it on the table.<br />
She rushed over and eyed the money as I said a hasty "Good day" to her.<br />
A 100% tip would easily pacify the ire of a waitress.<br />
Going through the door, she waved at me as she was speeding out of the parking lot to the hotel that was listed on the key. <br />
By the time I caught up, the door was open, her jeans were on the floor...and she was nowhere in sight.<br />
My puzzlement was instantly answered as she came out of the bathroom wearing a skirt.<br />
A VERY short skirt.<br />
<br />
She turned around to apply some lipstick in the mirror and she prepared for an embrace, but she was greeted with a embrace and some neck nibbling.<br />
Any other plans she might have had were gone in an instant as I bent her over in front of the mirror, raised her skirt and entered from behind.<br />
Only a couple of minutes into it, she immediately dropped to her knees to taste herself on my cock and went to the bed for a nice session.<br />
She got up to use the bathroom and asked if it was okay if she used the laptop for a bit, there was something she needed to do.<br />
Telling her I had no problem with that, I turned on the TV and went through the limited selection in channels.<br />
Being sunday, there was nothing on and I flipped through the channels to look for something interesting.<br />
As a football game flickered on she showed interest.<br />
Considering there was nothing else on, I figured it was something to watch while she was on the laptop.<br />
I commented at the score, I was surprised that the Texans were leading.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, they had a bigger lead earlier before the half."<br />
<br />
I had that stupid look on my face and once again she gave me that sheepish grin.<br />
<br />
"I was listening to it on the way in," she responded offhandedly. <br />
<br />
She knows I'm a baseball guy, so I didn't really care. I was too busy focusing on a tempting bottom as she was bent at her laptop.<br />
<br />
"What ARE you doing anyway?"<br />
My curiosity finally got the better of me. <br />
"You're not going to get mad are you?"<br />
WTF?<br />
"Uh...no. Why?"<br />
"I'm updating my Fantasy Football stuff."<br />
"Okay."**<br />
<br />
15 minutes or so later, she was back to me doing a bit of snuggling and smooching. A bit later still, I was reminded that the TV was still on and I joked that we are probably one of the few couples in America that are having a football game on while totally ignoring it, and I reached for the remote.<br />
<br />
"Umm..", I looked down, and damnit. There is that grin again.<br />
"Yes?"<br />
"I wasn't listening to the play by play, I'm just listening to the commentators."<br />
"Wanna watch the last 10 minutes, dear?"<br />
"You're sweet! Thank you!"<br />
I could only just smile and shake my head as she turned away and pushed her bottom into me.<br />
<br />
With the game finished, we proceeded for some great sessions, including pictures and vids!***<br />
The highlight of second half (so to speak), was pinning her down in a vulnerable position with her splayed open while I bit and sucked at her breasts.<br />
Her moans got louder and she tried to grind her pelvis into me, but I kept just out of reach.<br />
It was after I reached down to her sex that I realized that she was not only soaked, but drenched.<br />
Towards the end of THAT session, she told me she was having orgasm after orgasm and was obviously (to her) gushing.<br />
She never experienced anything like that before.<br />
Go me. :)<br />
<br />
The sun had long set by the time we finally left the room and went to our respective cars.<br />
She whispered to me, "You know, there is nothing like hot and dirty hotel sex."<br />
Scooting out of my reach, she left to go pick up her kids before her soon-to-be Ex arrived.<br />
<br />
I can't disagree with her statement.<br />
<br />
Heading home, I relaxed at home ready for a long night of paperwork and TV.<br />
<br />
It was at 1am when succumbed to sleep.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*being a human of the daytime, she had already eaten just before I was awake.<br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>**Boy, can I pick a good name for them or what?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*** I'll think about posting it if I can edit it enough. </i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-44089869125635864202009-10-22T15:01:00.000-05:002009-10-22T15:01:14.735-05:00Working hard, looking for a goal, with visions in my headPardon me for the weird(er) shit that I'm typing out than usual.<br />
<br />
I've been working solid since my personal <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-but-by-grace-of-god-go-i.html">Madoff</a>, I gotta raise money for my kids college tuition and my trip to a little party I have <a href="http://houstongroupsexparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/hitting-road.html">planned</a>, plus some other plans I have in mind.<br />
<br />
Usually there is a sound track of what is going on in my mind and lately some young angry Billy Joel comes up:<br />
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But lately, I had a few lucky breaks and an epiphany that I simply need to let things happen and that my overall long term goals aren't as far as I had initially imagined. What really helped was listening to this song that I "discovered" on the radio. <br />
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I think I'm going to follow that path next year and maybe a month vacation and bum around on a beach and support the local beer/vodka/Scotch industry, I work too damned much.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-82368259285555020092009-10-22T13:02:00.000-05:002009-10-22T13:02:41.848-05:00Celibacy...what's that? date updates and catching up.Well, I've had two dates with her since I last wrote but I've simply been too busy with work, drama, and FF to able to keep up so here is a basic update for the 3 three readers that seem to care. :) <br />
<br />
Our date a couple of weeks ago, we tried a simple movie night at her place.<br />
We never made it beyond 30 minutes before clothing started to fall off.<br />
<br />
The sex was wild, it was insane, it was JUST this side of rough.<br />
My god how she gushed, it was awesome.<br />
Of course, I HAD to drink up every oz I could; it would be a shame to get it on her couch.<br />
<br />
This past weekend, we tried for the celibacy thing again.<br />
Destination: The Greek Festival.<br />
Damn. There was rain. We divert to a mexican joint I love.<br />
We're sitting there and talking. <br />
I love the city. Vibrant, colorful, tons to do.<br />
"I hope to move near here soon." as I was scooping in some of my tasty meal.<br />
"You like living in town?"<br />
It was that TONE. <br />
"Yes, near baseball, the museums, theater, etc. I love it."<br />
"So you're not interested in a house?" I didn't spot it this time.<br />
"Oh, Hell no. I've done the house thing. Gimme a condo or townhome."<br />
The discussion then went to how she loves the 'burbs. The quiet. The peace.<br />
<br />
I almost gagged on my breakfast.<br />
Been there. Done that. Hated it.<br />
I mean, not that there is anything wrong with it, but it's not for ME!<br />
<br />
The conversation was interrupted by our server and our collective ADD switched topics to a favorite topic: Food.<br />
<br />
The date ended with a serious smooching/eating session, as usual in my car. Go fig.<br />
<br />
we managed to meet for a late night dinner or two and things seemed to go well.<br />
<br />
Then yesterday I get a text:<br />
<br />
Her: "Why do we orture ourselves with dating when we know we can't agree where to live if we're together?"<br />
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WTF? Where did THAT come from? During some of our talks, I suggested a public school within the city that specializes in the career he was interested in. Since she was new to the city, she had no idea it existed and seemed somewhat taken aback that such an opportunity was there.<br />
<br />
We texted a bit furiously after that and asked her if she just wanted to call it off, she responded with the following:<br />
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"I won't bring it up again. Friend just advised me o grow up and live for what I've got and not plan for future but let things happen."<br />
<br />
Lord how people over-analyze things when they're dating.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-16339319358609007442009-09-29T00:43:00.000-05:002009-09-29T00:43:22.378-05:00Empty streets....I've had a rough couple of weeks on different levels from <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-but-by-grace-of-god-go-i.html">major</a> to <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-my-cartoon-network.html">minor</a>. Of course, there is that little matter of <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/enter-football-fan.html">FF</a> and I. We need to resolve some <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/ironing-main-wrinkles.html">issues</a> on our next date. So, having a need to simply take a chance to relax and let myself decompress.<br />
<br />
One of the great things about my job is that I simply stop what I'm doing, leave and take a bit to compose myself if I'm having a rough day (night, whatever).<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53sg4UhjGl_BKKzrWNk4HTmozseOXicMBBgLKWs2IB01sDXV-nOd8-gGa-_tL9p6pichiScLMBt28JyylvwHwWrp6uAmRo7pKPvIUg0luDlvDIqooJpHbw24iScK31gZ1-PwBH5iu5X0/s1600-h/P1000051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53sg4UhjGl_BKKzrWNk4HTmozseOXicMBBgLKWs2IB01sDXV-nOd8-gGa-_tL9p6pichiScLMBt28JyylvwHwWrp6uAmRo7pKPvIUg0luDlvDIqooJpHbw24iScK31gZ1-PwBH5iu5X0/s200/P1000051.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQozc9nhset3IgGugl5pzRkDNTwkd8EMe5AlDsdHooPLmLTvFEqGKZN2WY-dtFt_A6fjWToYwCGFl7MEubaxL7APdVYdJySGCpborj_VoZoXAQ5oSTblrhEt_OVxNtWYqcj9OzyuSo0w/s1600-h/P1000047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQozc9nhset3IgGugl5pzRkDNTwkd8EMe5AlDsdHooPLmLTvFEqGKZN2WY-dtFt_A6fjWToYwCGFl7MEubaxL7APdVYdJySGCpborj_VoZoXAQ5oSTblrhEt_OVxNtWYqcj9OzyuSo0w/s200/P1000047.jpg" /></a>Going into downtown, I pull over and take a walk for a few blocks. I always try to have a camera with me, so I'd thought sharing what I see at night would be an interesting to see how see the world.<br />
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While I'm in a heavily populated city, it empties out after most businesses and bars close and the night shift is well underway.<br />
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This is what it's like in the middle of the night while most everyone is deep in slumber. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMx3ql_tlBcnL3ToirhPU5MO_IJQRwya1RrxfOoBnj-AhCdTTak_am_InfAhPW0nDQqKeJzNP3lodVJh_B2boN_FsD1AvSWLzqGOq7heDMnkJB1Yg2DB4wH6vbxD1y_oi7wGU4WaC3G4/s1600-h/P1000056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMx3ql_tlBcnL3ToirhPU5MO_IJQRwya1RrxfOoBnj-AhCdTTak_am_InfAhPW0nDQqKeJzNP3lodVJh_B2boN_FsD1AvSWLzqGOq7heDMnkJB1Yg2DB4wH6vbxD1y_oi7wGU4WaC3G4/s200/P1000056.jpg" /></a>I always recommend to people that they need to visit their own city late at night. After walking a few blocks, the local security guards, occasional cop, and garbage worker and I exchange nods. People always associate walking around downtown after dark is tantamount to asking to be mugged or worse. Generally speaking, in this town, downtown is about as safe as walking around your own suburban neighborhood. The thing is, to me the empty streets are simply another form of beauty.<br />
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Either way, it was a walk well needed.<br />
You guys should try it sometime.<br />
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As you can see, it really looks different.<br />
Enjoy the pictures.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Downtown, Houston, TX, USA29.755883170137043 -95.36317348480224629.751226170137041 -95.370468984802244 29.760540170137045 -95.355877984802248tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-85559226778861683682009-09-23T13:50:00.000-05:002009-09-23T13:50:59.788-05:00I want my cartoon network!You know, I've had a rough couple of days and needing some laughs, I tune into the cartoon network for some Family guy, Robot Chicken, and Metalocalypse (my newest addictions).<br />
I'm greeted with an image that chills my heart:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Effective Sept. 22, 2009</b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Comcast Customers</b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>will need to have a digital converter box in order to</b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>receive Cartoon Network</b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Call 1-800Blahblahblah</b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My heart sank. <br />
No big deal. I'll just call them later, upgrade my service a tad, get Cable Cards (to bypass the lousy box) and everything will be right in the world.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
When I woke up, first thing I did was call them.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span> I cheerfully asked for an upgrade and a couple of media cards.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Okay sir, no problem."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Great. Didn't know how dependent I was on the Cartoon Network until it went away."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Umm....sir? You still need the box."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What?"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"You need to have the box if you still want that network."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He went on to give me Techno-babble about the reasoning behind it, basically saying that it's no longer broadcast on the analog, just digital.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Cool. Upgrade me to that package, and get me the cards." What's an extra 10-15 bucks a month, eh?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sir, you still need the converter box for it."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What? I have to get the HD Package to get it?" Fuck. Okay. My old TV is dying, been waiting to get a new HD one.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">***</span> I immediately start my inner debate between Plasma and LCD. 39-42 inches should do. Oh yeah! Plus, Blu-ray! Hmm...I wonder what Blu-Ray porn would look like on that screen?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sorry Sir, you will still need to get the Box." He said it with THAT tone that one uses when speaking to an exceptionally slow child, of which I'm sure I was starting to sound at this point.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He continued to explain for a bit.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">A cable box. I don't WANT a cable box! I have a clean looking system!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Okay. Let me get this straight. If I got the ultra-high end package with HD, and just use the cable card right into my TiVO; I can get ALL the channels, right?"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Correct, sir. Except for the Cartoon Network."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">How BADLY do I want this damned Network?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Okay. Cool. I'll decide later and I appreciate your help. But can I talk to a Tech person, I'm trying to wrap my head around this. Nothing personal, I'm just not getting it."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No problem, Sir. Quite a few people don't."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lovely.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After a few moments on hold, I get a tech and she explains to me the same techno-babble the sales guy did.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"REALLY?"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Yes, Sir. No matter what package you have, to you HAVE to have that cable box. The media cards won't do it. There is no additional cost to get a box."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"That's not really the point, I don't WANT a box!"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sorry, Sir!"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I thank her, and out of politeness I wished her a good day and hung up. I was enraged.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fuck. I guess I'll go get a cable box, but I still better be able to record two programs at once, damnit! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I swear, it's a conspiracy by the Cable box industry!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I'm depressed again.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Damn you, Robot Chicken and Metalocalypse! Why must you be so...entertaining!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*God, Maybe I AM depressed!</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">** I heart my TIVO. Really. Buy one. All you have to do is plug the buggers in and voila! No need for a box! </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*** I said <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-but-by-grace-of-god-go-i.html">I took a hit</a>, but I'm not destitute!</span><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-79103773130942243922009-09-23T04:48:00.001-05:002009-09-23T12:55:04.739-05:00"There but by the grace of God go I"The well known utterance by John Bradford, who actually said; ""There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford."<br />
Anyway.<br />
There has been a number of fellow bloggers who appear that their worlds have been shaken by some personal calamity of some nature, whether its financial, emotional, or marital. Being keenly aware of what seems to be a chain of drama, I was wondering when it was going to hit someone I knew.<br />
Little did I realize how true my prediction would be, but I didn't think it was going to be ME!<br />
I'm continuously aware of how one's fortune is incredibly tenuous at times. More-so than most people actually believe, really. It's not merely those that are very poor that can go down a slide, but those of the super rich as well.<br />
Madoff and Stanford are those that decided that the wealthy need a blow to their egos and get ripped off. The ones that have been on the news after such issues just seem to be in a major state of shock when they find themselves, quite literally penniless overnight.<br />
<br />
Whenever I see someone who is less fortunate or going through some trial in life, I always say a small prayer giving thanks, that I am not in their position and strive hard to not to be in the same situation.<br />
<br />
Without getting into too much details, I can say I had my own Madoff, but on a VERY smaller scale.<br />
Basically, most of my liquid assets were totally wiped out.<br />
Not to say I'm broke, I still have other savings, but some things need to be pushed back a bit. Needless to say I was more than a little peeved about the whole thing. <br />
After talking to Starfish, Football Fan, and some other friends about it (and in slightly greater detail) they were amazed on how calm I was.<br />
I wasn't screaming, crying, throwing tantrums, or cursing. <br />
Well, maybe I was cursing a little.<br />
To me, it just simply seemed like a waste of energy and I needed to take stock and form a plan of action.<br />
I took a day off to recover and drown my sorrows in pasta, eventually coming to the realization that I am going to survive, that I can recover from this, that nothing has changed.<br />
I mean, aside from being a little lighter in the pockets and my waistline took a massive hit, there was little or no damage. <br />
<br />
My only major concern was some immediate expenses that needed to be looked after and a trip that I am planning.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">* </span><br />
<br />
Well, maybe one more concern.<br />
<br />
After I hung up the phone in a slight case of depression and a prolonged Texting convo with FF, I asked her the following:<br />
<br />
"So does this change things?"<br />
"What does?" she eventually responded.<br />
"My being broke." She doesn't know the extent of my finances, not that they are THAT extensive.<br />
"Why do you say that?"<br />
"Well, you seemed fairly concerned about it and <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/texting-promises-concerns-and-prank.html">asked</a>. Remember?" I wondered if she genuinely forgot.<br />
"Did I sound that shallow to you when I asked that question? Really am sorry if I did. I don't care, I like you for who you are."<br />
"Thanks."<br />
"We will just have cheap dates for a bit. Maybe more smooching and fewer movies."<br />
<br />
That set my mind at ease, she went on to apologize again for a bit longer and eventually told her that I wanted to be alone and sulk.<br />
<br />
My time of my pity party is over, though. <br />
Time to pick myself up and move on and get to work.<br />
Still, it was a perfectly good waste of an excuse to get totally wasted on Vodka, but I can't afford it right now. I'll make an appointment to be depressed around April, I should be able to afford another good bender by then.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Yes. I'm still throwing that party, but it's now an act of defiance. I'll stick to that story.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-33111001856581716192009-09-19T15:51:00.001-05:002009-09-29T00:41:28.922-05:00Ironing the main wrinklesMy distaste for texting a <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/enter-football-fan.html">potential girlfriend</a> rises and falls like a wave. It all depends on the conversation in which it is HOPED that the context isn't overthought out or minimized.<br />
<br />
She's walking around behind her kids while they shop around for clothes:<br />
<br />
FF: Hey!<br />
Me: HEY!<br />
FF: Working?<br />
Me: No. Just out of shower. I'm squeaky.<br />
FF: Can you make me squeaky?<br />
Me: depends on what you're talking about, but I have made you squeal a <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-date-test-of-celibacy.html">few</a> <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/sushi-and-eating-out.html">times</a>.<br />
FF: That's what I was meaning.<br />
<br />
We go on for a few minutes with some semi-innocent banter for a few minutes and then:<br />
<br />
FF: I don't like this. Just frustrated by how much I think of you already.<br />
Me: Oh. Hate it when that happens. Do you need a break?<br />
FF: DON'T YOU DARE! Don't even think about leaving my brain.<br />
Me: LOL. Ok. I seem to remember you saying you wanted to ate other men so you don't make the same mistake.<br />
FF: I'm trying to find guys to date...not working out yet.<br />
Me: I hear ya'. Dating can suck.<br />
FF: I don't think I made mistakes last time.<br />
Me: Oh? I think you alluded to the fact that you picked the wrong guy.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span><br />
FF: No. I don't think I choose wrong. Made bad decision to go back to him.<br />
Me: That I can understand and appreciate. <br />
<br />
With that, she disappeared failing to complete the conversation.<br />
I'm getting used to <a href="http://draft.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=6454840179904375725&searchType=ALL&txtKeywords=&label=Texting">this</a>, so I just close the phone and then in frustration I yank my cats tail as a means to vent.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**</span><br />
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<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">* During our first meeting, she explained that her husband had cheated on her once before.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**Don't worry, she likes that and a good spanking. No kitties were harmed in the making of this conversation or blog.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454840179904375725.post-89217191422862117422009-09-14T14:54:00.000-05:002009-09-14T14:54:18.695-05:00Texting promises, concerns, AND a prank...While I've been typing up about our <a href="http://draft.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=6454840179904375725&searchType=ALL&txtKeywords=&label=football+fan">dates</a>, I really haven't touched upon the things we've talked about. Of course, I won't be talking about specifics, but I think it's important to give some insight and perhaps prove there really IS more to a relationship than sex.<br />
<br />
Over the past few weeks we've been texting<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span> while a bit during work, but she doesn't have the privacy and focus to talk meaningfully on the phone for extended periods of times. <br />
Thanks kids.<br />
This is a combination, somewhat chronologically, of our texting and conversations of what we have talked about during our dates...between smooches, of course, . <br />
<br />
Some of the things she brought up were things that I think is appropriate, others were mentioned to me for the first time. Ever.<br />
<br />
"So, do you want to swing all the time?" She asked while she was laying on my lap in the backseat of my <a href="http://endingsingle.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-date-test-of-celibacy.html">car</a>.<br />
"No. Just the occasional urge."<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**</span><br />
She then proceeded to lay down the ground rules of what she wanted if we get to that point in our "relationship", and they all seemed quite reasonable and told her so.<br />
It seemed to set her mind at ease on the topic. <br />
<br />
My phone chirped and was greeted by this:<br />
<br />
"I need to hit the gym."<br />
"What did the gym do to you to smack it around?"<br />
"Dork. I mean, I need to go regularly again, my panties fit me funny."<br />
"So? Just go commando."<br />
"Like you? Not my style. I want a tight ass again."<br />
"So go. I need to drop a ton or two myself."<br />
"Are you suggesting I need to lose weight?"<br />
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!<br />
"No, I mean *I* need to drop some weight."<br />
"Why?"<br />
"Because I need to drop some pounds?"<br />
"And?"<br />
"Because it's unhealthy and bad for me?"<br />
"So you're doing it because for your health."<br />
"Yeah, and I don't want to resemble Jabba The Hutt when I get naked."<br />
"Oh. Well, I want to do it because I want to feel good."<br />
"I think you feel good already."<br />
<br />
<b>On Kids:</b><br />
<br />
"Are you opposed to having another kid?" she texted out of the blue.<br />
WTF? Where did THAT come from?<br />
"I think I'm done<span style="font-size: xx-small;">***</span>, I think it wouldn't be fair to have a child at my age."<br />
"Why?"<br />
"After a certain age, it becomes more of a selfish act. You have one in your late 20's or early 30's, you're still fit enough to run after them and are somewhat in tune to what your kids do. Also, I don't want to burden a child with my being in my 60's a they're JUST going off to college."<br />
"I see."<br />
"Is that a good or bad thing?"<br />
After an hour or so. I prompt her again. I HATE our disjointed conversations at times.<br />
"No. I was just thinking of having another."<br />
"Really? Is that a deal breaker?"<br />
"No. Just a negative."<br />
A NEGATIVE?!?!?<br />
"But you have quite a few pluses to counter that."<br />
"Thanks."<br />
"BTW: What is your future income potential?"<br />
Wow! that's a new one on me! Of course, I was telling her that I'm going to shift careers, which meant I was going to start at the bottom, but I was ready for that.<br />
"I'm optimistic, but one can never be sure what the future holds for any career."<br />
"Okay, Just wanted to ask."<br />
That was it??<br />
No Elaboration, no probing question. Like...what?<br />
<br />
Finally this weekend as I was walking out of the movies.<br />
<br />
"I need to talk to you ASAP about some stuff that just happened, and it concerns you. My phone is about to die, so call me here at 613-403-2022."<br />
Nothing makes sense, so I call the number.<br />
It's a bogus number to a joke line. The realization makes my heart slow down again and I texted her back:<br />
"That was mean."<br />
"I'm sorry, they just did it to me."<br />
"You had me worried. You owe me a kiss."<br />
"Yes it was, but it was funny. I'll give you a blowjob for it next time."<br />
<br />
Later on:<br />
<br />
"What are your thoughts, if any, about my wearing another man's ring while we are together?"<br />
"Your wedding ring until the D?"<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**** </span><br />
"Yes, I feel very torn about many of my decisions." <br />
"I'm okay with it. I can pretend I'm the 'Other man'. Am I among those that you're torn about?"<br />
"I know, I'm such a mixture of contradictions."<br />
"You ARE going through a rather turbulant moment in your life, it's to be expected."<br />
"But not with you. I love spending time with you. Its the idea that I've not waited til legally and under god that we are through. He does not care and I know I shouldn't. It's fun to be with you, and thn you add on the pleasure that is addictive. Your body pleases me."<br />
"Look, Whatever makes you happy will make me happy, there is no pressure on you."<br />
<br />
She ends the Texting suddenly. One of the kids probably needed attention.<br />
Never heard the point of the convo.<br />
ARGH!<br />
<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*She doesn't know about the hobby or the blog. She MIGHT eventually learn about the hobby, but never about the blog.<br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**What is it with women and texting? I swear!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*** I have a kid in college!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">****The divorce is final in November...more or less.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1